Tomorrow after tomorrow,
Chase away melancholy,
Let us see there is a day that follows.
Where we either be a giver or one that spends,
Either lend love or be one that borrows.
Wait for the new morning just to say, to-day,
And hopefully to-morrow,
Hoping to sing no more of sorrow.
Some stopped chanting rhyming sadness, no doubt
Or joy, or resentment.
Notice they did not sing since everything went static.
Only the lonely and sickening wind -
Made the whining music.
The only time birds sing only of rejoicing,
And not torment, neither a word 'bout losing,
Is when they don't sing at all.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Tomorrow after tomorrow,
Chase away melancholy,
Let us see there is a day that follows.
Where we either be a giver or one that spends,
Either lend love or be one that borrows.
Wait for the new morning just to say, to-day,
And hopefully to-morrow,
Hoping to sing no more of sorrow.
Some stopped chanting rhyming sadness, no doubt
Or joy, or resentment.
Notice they did not sing since everything went static.
Only the lonely and sickening wind -
Made the whining music.
The only time birds sing only of rejoicing,
And not torment, neither a word 'bout losing,
Is when they don't sing at all.
also posted on my twt